that darkness spreads a shade over the eyes,
turning the brightest day into the darkest skies,
relaxed hands turn to curled straining grips,
stretching skin tightens until it rips,
forehead lines gather dirt between the skin,
as a deep dwelling hate burns anger within,
teeth press together with welling moisture to spit,
pushing the flows of wills being ready to quit,
this being the moment when the pain is swallowed,
as it is pushed away and never that way is followed.

shames of the bully when surrounded by all,
confronted in the morning was his downfall,
each a separate victim of his domination show of power,
now they watch as he kneels scared in a cower,
turning vein popping red as they all stand around,
each of the victims don't need to make a sound,
just looking at him in terror makes their dreams true,
the whole class and grade he left so untouched few,
now his time to pay comes at this moment of fear,
they hold him tight and take turns kicking him in the rear,
learning the reason why he did it and why he hurts others,
each of them treating bad their own younger brothers,
with the power they all felt from together one action,
to this they all crossed over in a power hungry attraction,
taking control of groups younger and some old,
the course of their destruction begins to unfold,
once a victim turned to knowledge of powerful hate,
these individuals are the evolution of our doomed fate.

Scrape the dust with the side of the hand,
blow it to let it spread and expand,
clap the hands vertical to clear more dirt,
finding the place for a key to insert,
turning around to see it on the shelf,
imagining what is inside that could be wealth,
pressing deep in and turning the key,
opening the lid and looking inside to see,
sparkles of reflecting jewels stab the sight,
squinting the eyes from it hitting so bright,
but then with disbelief they widen once more,
reaching to touch the beauty hardest to ignore,
once touched a light surrounds and drags inside,
taking the body on a spinning crystal ride,
trapped forever with the lid closing on top,
as no body knew of this box in the back of the old shop.

dotted places in full stop ceases motion,
but the ripples continue on the sunlit ocean,
waves crash over sand but do not change,
thinking of this their heads feel strange,
this was the intention of the artists thought,
as a lesson learned was eventually taught,
but because a headache was formed from this,
the judges walked on and gave it a miss,
frustrations built as this was perfectly done,
but who is to say they control the actions of one.

When a mind full of thoughts stops quick,
the body reacts by getting sick,
sleeping sitting up and heart beats slow,
barely opened eyes from stopped blood flow,
fingertips unfeeling the sensitivity to touch,
as the igniting power comes from a love so much,
power resumes with a humming of the heart,
explosive energies flow from a happiness restart.

To the loving friends of ours,
We give these bunch of flowers,
Happiness in we give to your day,
What more can we say,
But a hope all good comes to you,
And happy anniversary too.

shapes of yellow and red pass by fast,
as a face appears with a voice full blast,
recognition to that face comes with a smile too,
as a full and toothless grin because i love you,
unable to move but trying with a speechless mind,
so many things come and unknown what is behind,
born less than a year but the most intelligent brain of all,
absorbing so much but needing assistance from a call,
the baby is my name from what i hear,
feeling the warmth of those near,
sleeping with fingers stroking across the head,
then to awake with the shapes of yellow and red.

pressured down into the muddy core,
the bones broken and muscles sore,
unable to move but feeling pain,
acceptance takes over to remain,
shut eyes tight with only thoughts of self,
how can this be the bottom of mental health,
suffered tortures of unimagined hate,
as this the bottom must be fate,
why now when all was going good,
this is the question easily misunderstood,
when all happening now should make happiness bloom,
to find out from this pain you are in love with doom.

He is part of everything combined,
but he is the hardest of all to find,
darkened red skin covering him complete,
sharp claws on his hands and his feet,
piercing eyes that stare at your soul,
and a mouth which can consume you whole,
dangerous parts all over his body grown,
while the sensitive parts are never shown,
maybe he has a desire for love in this place,
or maybe he simply looks for one to replace.

part of growing past four,
is a wish for us to experience more,
first it wiggles and is fun,
eventually coming undone,
falling out as another pushes through,
this is something we all had to do,
but soon the next comes all clean and white,
so this will help us again take a bite,
as for a time we cannot eat the same,
but think of it as a little game,
use the side of the mouth still having them there,
so now is the time to prepare,
it is just part of growing past five,
for this small thing i am sure you will survive,
because its as natural as telling the truth,
when we have lost our first little tooth.